She is the cry of the newborn child so innocent and full of life And She is the scream of the misunderstood teen so confused and full of strife Yet She is also the sigh of the old dying man so wise and soft as the breeze She is all of these things... and yet She is more.
Her hair is brown like streaks of gold Her body leavesme lost for words With the face of an angel and the voice of a bird and eyes that melt me in Her arms
I cannot imagine life without Her I hope She thinks the same about me. Her love is pure and true my heart is Hers eternal and our love will blossom forever.
final scene · Tue Nov 03, 2009 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |